Chapter 797:
“I missed you.” Yolanda pouted sweetly. “When can I move in with you?” There was a trace of grievance in her voice. “We’re already engaged…”
Despite their engagement, she still couldn’t move into the Dawson estate. She could only visit now and then, never staying long. Until she officially moved in—until she became Mrs. Dawson—her footing in the Dawson family wasn’t guaranteed. If there had been a better man out there than Brendon, she would have jumped ship. But right now, he was the best option she had—and she had no intention of letting him slip away.
“Once we’re married, you’ll be able to stay here for good,” Brendon said lightly. “I’m sorry—it’s just not the right time yet.”
“It’s not a problem,” Yolanda replied, her eyes shining with mock devotion. “And even if it were, I’d understand.”
Brendon’s thoughts drifted again—this time to Christina. That woman had always pushed him away and opposed him. Why couldn’t she be like Yolanda—sweet, considerate, obedient?
Yolanda noticed the faraway look in his eyes and bit her lip so hard that she nearly drew blood. She was in his arms, yet he had the nerve to think about another woman! Men… they couldn’t be trusted. If she wanted security, she’d have to take it into her own hands.
“Brendon,” she said again, her tone forced and light as she cupped his face with both hands, hiding the fury brewing underneath her skin. “Do you have any free time coming up? Could you come to my home for a visit?”
Brendon frowned, surprised. “Why all of a sudden? Something wrong at home—or with the company?”
“I just really miss Mom and Dad,” Yolanda murmured as she nestled deeper into Brendon’s embrace, holding him as if she couldn’t bear to let go. “I’m a little scared, Brendon…”
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Brendon turned to her, a furrow forming between his brows. “Scared of what?”
“I’m afraid someone might take you away from me,” Yolanda said, her voice trembling. “I had this awful nightmare last night where another woman took you from me. I woke up shaking and sobbing.”
Brendon’s chest tightened at her words. “Silly girl. Who could ever take me away from you? I’m yours. Always.”
“Really?” she asked, her eyes searching his face.
“Yes,” Brendon said, his voice quiet but firm.
Yolanda smiled, then remarked, “Then promise me you’ll always love only me.”
“Okay, I promise. I’ll always love only you. If I ever break that promise, I’ll—” Before he could finish, Yolanda gently slapped her hand over his mouth.
“That’s enough. No need to jinx it,” she said, putting on a mock-serious face.
Brendon couldn’t help but chuckle at her expression. But just as his smile lingered, Christina’s face flashed through his mind again. If only Christina could be as sweet and gentle as Yolanda.
His heart skipped a beat as he realized his mind had once again drifted to Christina. Lately, thoughts of her had started creeping in more often than he cared to admit. Her biting remarks, her constant need to prove herself right in front of him—it all frustrated him. Maybe that was exactly why she was so stuck in his head, because she irked him that much.
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